The Little Prince in the Ossuary
00090 # Night by the lake
# Night on Lake 9, Lake Santa Margarita
After the transmission, platoon executives gathered for the final meeting.
Jeffrey's boundaries run across the hills along the river. Troops have been deployed along the dividend. I had no choice but to rise to the risk of being struck by lightning. You have to take the high position. This makes it easy to spot enemies and create a safe backyard.
In the center of the backyard was an engineer's office. Protecting civilian survivors comes first.
With a waterproof tactical map, Geoffrey speaks of his concerns to the winter.
“The problem is that Captain Harris' troops..." No, the enemy troops' barracks appear from the west across the river. This exposes our backgrounds evenly. Civilians will be the first to die. ”
“Is that possible? ”
“Lean on the forest and divert the defense lines to the north to cross the dam, won't you?" because we can't afford to deploy our troops there. ”
“Jeffrey, you didn't get the briefing right before you left, did you? ”
“Yes?”
“The Salinas Dam. There's no passageway above the bypass drain. You can't cross there. We didn't come back here for nothing. ”
“Oh, no. I forgot.”
Jeffrey slapped his forehead. Usually the dam makes its way up, but the Salinas Dam is the exception. Surprisingly accurate assessment that it was made roughly
“But there's a chance. ”
Sergeant Livermann is located south of the lake on the map.
“This lake is less popular as a research site, but here's a Marina. I'm not sure, but there must be some boats abandoned on the docks. We could take this across the lake and land on the other side. ”
Winter argues.
“I don't know, sailing across the lake in this storm? The waves must be rolling. Even if you cross, it's a problem. We have to go around the lake to get here. It's four kilometers in the middle of the mountain. In a yard where we don't know which way a mutant group is going, do we divide the troops that way? ”
The sergeant ponders for a moment, and this time points to the bend upstream of the river.
“We may try the Rope River as we did. Anyway, it's upstream, so you can find as many as you want to. This is more likely, I'd say. rather than crossing the lake. It's going to take less time. ”
“So, what do you want me to do? ”
“Lieutenant is important. ”
“Me?”
“Yes. Lead the Reserves into attack. ”
Geoffrey expressed his objection to Livermann.
“Huh? No, Sergeant. We're running low on troops, so there's a big gap between the squads. I don't know if the platoon is complete. We need a backup squad. That way, when the perimeter is breached, it'll be jammed. Beware of the rear. What if the civilians are out of control? ”
Sarge disagreed with the platoon commander.
“Depending on the situation, one lieutenant's combat strength may be comparable to one squadron. I think an attack is better than a defense in order to fully use its abilities. What do you think, Lieutenant? ”
“I see. We'd better get aggressive. ”
Winter spoke of the enemy's psychology, not tactics.
“Captain Harris' men will be in bad shape. Both physically and mentally. Soldiers who've been hunted down for over a month, slaughtering civilians, and trying to kill the survivors who were left behind. Why, what makes you think they're following you? ”
Jeffrey asks.
“Does this mean low morale? ”
“Yes, there was only one hope. Killing all the witnesses and joining another outpost. I think I've barely survived thinking about this one. Suddenly it gets worse. We're fighting the same American army. ”
“We're not comfortable either, but the stress they're under must be much greater. ”
“That's right. One more thing. These people are not as obligated as we are. He just wants to get rid of evidence of his own crime. Can these people be active in battle? I don't think so. ”
Sergeant Liverman sighs as he listens to the boy officer.
“You're right. It must be hard to expect a mission or a sacrificial spirit for your comrades. ”
“Yes, you can turn the workshop upside down if you do well. ”
By this time, Geoffrey had changed his mind.
“It's nighttime, so you might misread the size of the troops. It would be confusing if they were attacked. Oh, right. Meerkats. They know they have meerkats, but they don't know who they are, and they may feel that other troops have been harsh on us. ”
Winter once again finds its way to the map.
“I'll come over here first. Blocking the anticipated location of the enemy's Doha, and when engaged or encountered, stabs to the east to enter. Jeffrey just needs to hang in there. ”
“Very well. Let's do it. But can't it take too long? ”
“I'll try.”
“Phew. How did this happen? ”
The meeting ended with Geoffrey's complaint. Winter took a look at Jeffrey's tactical map, marking the location of the trap on his map. I could use the augmented reality UI's help with a few views.
I changed the radio frequency before I left. Winter said.
“We don't need to keep radio silence, since the Trickster's on course anyway. ”
Geoffrey nods.
“It should only be used for a defining moment. We can't just use it to tell the enemy our frequencies. Maybe we should change the frequency one more time from midnight to midnight. ”
“Yes, of course. ”
Winter remembered the frequency he spoke of.
“I'll be going. Jeffrey, I wish you well. ”
“You be careful, Lieutenant. The better and braver you are, the more careful you are. ”
Geoffrey pays his respects to the winter.
Elliot and six other reserve squads followed the boy's officer. There are very few, given that there are nine divisions of common U.S. infantry troops. In the meantime, there was no replenishment.
The squad follows the river down. Winter clenches its fists near the bending waters, the trail of hanging legs. Squad members scatter and search for cover. Winter stretched two fingers to the south. Seven guns to the south.
‘It's quicker than I expected. ’
In the direction of his gaze, 17 soldiers were on their way up. There was no vigilance. It was a proper tactical move, half of which was weakened under the cover of half. You're a rotten American soldier. That's how winter was judged. Other than that, the condition was not good.
‘Slow motion. ’
You look tired every time you get weak. Some of them were not even close. I think I'll die of hypothermia if I leave it. I look back at the squad members. As expected, they all look worse. They seem to be shaken by the tiredness of their enemies.
“Elliot.”
Summon of Winter. The squad leader looks at the commander with a cloudy face.
“Captain Harris won't be among them. I recommend surrender first. ”
“…… Sorry. ”
This one word speaks to the emotions of the crew. Winter asked me.
“This is the last thing I care about. If I shoot, hit it hard. ”
“I understand.”
Winter shifts to a place a little distance from the squad. Then he leaned against another tree and took a big breath.
“Stop!”
The soldiers who were drugged said: Some lie down, others hide behind trees. Tartan! Someone on the other side pulls the trigger. Starting with that, a single shot begins. A broken branch falls over the winter head.
On the misty riverside, the gunfire turns colder.
The sound of a torn wind passes by. Phew. Phew. Bullets hitting the ground heavily.
There was a flash of light. A preliminary grenade. Burning trajectory, dark time, and ammunition that shows the bull 's-eye. Winter saw the stretched light bounce off the surface.
The shooting didn't last long. Maybe it's weird not drowning over here.
‘You might want to save ammunition. ’
Either way. The intermittent burst of gunfire diminishes, finally breaking off. Winter called out again in a sharp static.
“I'm a winter lieutenant! Who's in charge? State your identity!”
A few moments later, the cracked question returned.
“Dammit, are you really him?! ”
“The coronation!”
“…… Sergeant Linska, Walter Linska! ”
In fact, self-certification in winter was enough for a voice. Every scrap of footage of the combat history of young officers, Atascadero and Santa Maria, has been used as manuals.
Thunder without light echoes. It's in the direction of the office. Winter screams rapidly.
“Sergeant Linska! Drop your weapons! I don't want to fight you! ”
The sergeant cried.
“Drop your weapons! What's next? Convention and life imprisonment?! ”
Hearing this, the winter felt the quality was bad. Sarge didn't seem to think he was going to be executed. But it's true. The United States was a country that did not sentence its soldiers to death for slaughtering civilians. That is, the sergeant knows he will not die, but he hates being put on death row, so he wants to kill more people.
Winter confirmed the sergeant's position.
It was unfamiliar to treat unilaterally, but I kept shouting loudly.
“No matter what the consequences! I'd rather die here than now! ”
“Fuck you! We have to find out who's dead! ”
“So! With my life! You mean you're going to kill every single one of these men? You can do it if you want! ”
At this time, the vibration sweeps down the nerve endings. Despite the warnings of Survival Sense and Crisis Detection, winter did not move a bit.
Boom!
The answer came back to the grenade. But the location of the explosion is far away. It was due to poor aim and slow ammunition being swept away by the wind.
“Fire! Fire! ”
Eliot's orders to shoot back from evil. Gunfire blazes out in the dark.
There is a clear distinction between the firepower of each other. Using the advantage of firepower, Sergeant Linska weakened some of the troops. Winter aimed at me instantly. Nine shots fired four times, seven shots fired.
The best soldier falls on his head with two shots. Then it happens again. Sitting in the middle of nowhere, you spill blood through a gap in the helmet.
Then he collapsed again. It can't happen this time.
Even the soldiers who aren't hit fall down. Crawling desperately for cover.
Winter throws its cover upside down. I aimed at the diagonal line while running. A soldier just before throwing a grenade is caught in the crosshairs. Two-two-two! Scratched three-tips strike the opposing Pokémon in body armor. Enemies who fall into shock. You missed a grenade. You're afraid to pick it up with both hands.
Explosion.
Your arms were torn apart.
Concentrate fire on winter. Several stalks of urgent information are at risk. Winter rolls over. Bang, impact on the ground. During the rolling process, a bullet hit the ground around you. There was also the impact of the bullets hitting the ground and the helmet.
Winter, when it rolled, ran for 20 metres. I slip on my knees. Shhh! Swing away as you push away the dirt and snap your back against the tree. In the footsteps, two grenades exploded. The user's body is shaken by a nearby explosion. A small fragment splashes out. Multiple minor cuts to the arms and legs. Two branches of blood flow from the right cheek.
Winter strikes back.
Doo-doo, doo-doo!
An iron screech echoes through the wet ground.
The enemy is in a state of panic. With the winter rushing to the side, their cover is in jeopardy. You rush to defend yourself in both directions of fire. The ranks fall because of the soldiers who are buying the body. There were those who didn't move themselves, who pushed others away.
Sergeant Linska. ’
Winter has returned to cover. Rip off the grenade clip and pull out the pin. Waiting for a crack in the rainy shell, you step off your feet, take a spin, and toss. Grenades fly in a straight line.
Sarge is hit by a grenade. Continuing explosion. In the blast range, the person is broken. A red flayed figure protrudes up.
I hope the soldiers are shocked.
Resistance becomes violent in real time. It was a way to live. I feel like I'm running out of firepower. Only grenades and grenade launchers are more powerful than rifles.
“Cease fire! Cease fire!"
Winter called out in a loud voice. Expect the enemy to do the same.
The gunfire didn't stop.
Artwork Reviews
Q. QOEWH: The more I write, the more I feel immersed in it. It's more like what happened in another world than fiction, and the writer is writing it down in Joara by some sort of means. So I don't think the behavior of winter is fiction, but I feel like I'm watching what's going on next. So I feel bad about the soldiers who died in the trap, and I think it's great about the medics who take care of pregnant women as if nothing's wrong. But I think nowadays, in novel audiences and I are not so different. Winter is also a storytelling and demonstration, so I'm in touch with the writer. And I realized something. I'll give you a $10 voucher, so write a thin sheet of winter like last time!! Write it down!!!
A. That feeling of immersion came from viewer conversations. And it's actually reflected in the narrative. From what point on, don't you feel the systematic depiction of the content of the game has diminished?
And winter solstice can't be bought and sold for money.:)
Q. Master Column: @ oops... are you dining out to receive FSM? As an honorary congregation and chef, I can welcome Spaghetti to a crude setting like Homo sapiens' home-cooked kitchen, which costs around $10 million to make a six-pack. Bless you.
A. I make my own food, but it's strangely expensive and hard to make. Haha.
Q. Thanks again for writing today! According to this weather forecast, three hurricanes are invading Japan, ignoring our country. Is this the great old effect?
A. Well. There are many effects of the old days. Electricity charges, nuclear experiments in North Korea, failure of your readers' love life.
Q. Twking5008: @ Writer, what blessings will you receive if you offer a sacrifice (sunchuko) to the writer? I hear people like Chigurtoa next door are pretty generous.
A. I'm running out of sympathy right now, so I can't give you my blessing... at least five times a week.
My ability is right three times a week... Heheh...
Q. Quiet: Does @ winter end with this "after all" + "reality" story? Or are you still thinking about it? It's hard to ask within the scope of a non-spoiler.
A. It's hard to answer without spoilers. For now, yes, it is. which is a little bit different than you'd expect.
Q. Dohwahwan: @ male in the middle of winter. Your compassion is full.
A. No way. The writer's compassion has been exhausted for a long time. They're dragging private loans now. Dreamland concentric loans...
Q. Nonfiction buff: I thought you'd like insults because you dreamed of Necrophilia full of compassion from @ writer. Tsk... I should give you a compliment. Cool Winter
A. I have mental glass, and when I touch it, it breaks. Vandalism! Handling!
Q. RGZ95: We're preparing for an event full of @ sympathy! I'm looking forward to seeing what the event will be like @. Is it related to @ refugees?
A. It's a little bit later, and it's a little bit bigger.